Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.